The Moor

By Opeth

On Still Life

Released on October 18, 1999

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[Instrumental Intro]


[Verse 1]

The sigh of summer upon my return

Fifteen alike since I was here

Bathed in deep fog, blurring my trail

Snuffing the first morning rays

Weary from what might have been ages

Still calm with my mind at peace

Would I prosper or fall, drain the past

The lapse of the moment took its turn


[Verse 2]

I was foul and tainted, devoid of faith

Wearing my death-mask at birth

The hands of God, decrepit and thin

Cold caress and then nothing

I was taken away from my plight

A treason bestowed to the crowd

Branded a Jonah with fevered blood

Ungodly freak, defiler


[Verse 3]

Pale touch, writhing in the embers

Damp mud burning in my eyes

All the faces turned away

And all would sneer at my demise


[Verse 4]

Outcast with dogmas forged below

Seared and beaten, banished from where I was born

No mercy would help me on my way

In the pouring rain, nothing is the same


[Pre-Chorus 1]

Vows in ashes

I pledge myself to no one

Seethed and spiteful

All shudder at the call of my name


[Chorus]

If you'll bear with me

You'll fear all of me


[Instrumental Break]


[Verse 5]

There is no forgiveness in these eyes

For any of you but one

Dispel the mist for now

Melinda is the reason why I've come


[Verse 6]

She is water drops over the pyre

A thistle in my hands

Stained and torn, aged and brown

Virtuous shell with kindred innocence


[Pre-Chorus 2]

I awoke from the miasma

Passing swiftly through the moor

This is here, waters stir

And in the distance, all that was lost


[Chorus]

If you'll bear with me

You'll fear all of me

You'd never leave me to

A fate with you